Behind Closed Curtains

The living room windows were open, the curtains drawn back just enough to let the streetlights cast a soft glow inside. Marcus's heart raced with the thrill of what they were about to do, the very idea of it stirring something primal and undeniable within him. He’d always fantasized about exhibitionism, and tonight, with Hannah's playful encouragement, they’d decided to indulge in that desire.

They started on the couch, Marcus lounging back as Hannah straddled him, the soft fabric of the cushions barely cushioning the eager press of their bodies. She kissed him deeply, her hands sliding under his shirt, her nails grazing lightly against his skin. Marcus groaned into her mouth, feeling desired and alive, the faint risk of being seen adding a tantalizing edge to every touch.

When her fingers moved to the hem of his shirt, he arched up, helping her pull it over his head. Her lips trailed down his neck and chest, her touch teasing as she worked her way lower. Marcus watched, entranced, as she shifted back, her hands gliding over his thighs, a knowing smile on her lips. She bent to kiss his inner thigh, the soft pressure of her mouth sending a shiver through him.

He felt her hands at his waistband, and he lifted his hips, letting her slide his pants off. He was half-hard, anticipation pulsing through him as she took him into her mouth. The sensation was sharper under the open window, the cool air contrasting with the warmth of her lips around him. Marcus reached out, threading his fingers through her hair, the tug gentle but firm, feeding his desire.